Silence Listens

No matter what I say, I cannot give justice to this masterpiece. My perception of silence will never be the same. Congratulations Ink. A Fave for me to read for years and years to come. Stay shining. ^___^ JCB

Back to say it is magically gorgeous! Congratulations on your win!

This poem is so arresting with powerful metaphors and alliterations and a wonderful opening and closing! You are indeed the Empress of Poetry... a title which many who have read your poems will definitely confer on you. "a ballerina lost in the music of grief." This line pulls hard at my heart strings! "This mind is a nightingale, featherless ... forever restless, held by ripples between the birth of hope ~ the shattering of nightfalls ~ swathed in numbness…" Though many feel that they are confined in cages with folded wings unable to fly, who can express it so poignantly and powerfully as you have done! Into my FAVE.

Brilliant personification and alliteration with wonderful imagery! The ending verse is imaginative and beautifully written as well! You will do well in the contest!

Dear Inky,,your words carry a deep sensitivity—a Braille of dreams, a touch of secrets—that feels like the tender brush of memory across old wounds. And that line "a ballerina lost in the music of grief"—it’s haunting. You’ve captured something that many feel but can’t articulate: that liminal space between yearning and surrender, stillness and chaos. Yes… the dusk may not always trace the weight of trying, but your poem does. It gives voice to the quiet struggle, to the featherless nightingale inside all of us. All the best in the contest...Hugs

Your words are soft music to the soul. Really enjoyed reading your poem.

Wow! This is such a soul-moving and deeply resonating poem, my dear Ink! I could relate to every line you've so meticulously woven here... sometimes, silence can speak louder than words and leave an unfathomable legacy behind... within silence, indeed, swirls a braille of dreams, understandable only by those hearts who wish to taste the sparks of serenity in it. I especially love how beautifully you've written "Perhaps lips of horizon could taste, savor, and drink in stillness" and "But can the dusk trace the weight of trying? This mind is a nightingale, featherless ... forever restless," Sigh, so much you've conveyed in these thought-provoking and poignant words! As always, your way of delivering emotions in such an ingenious and seamless manner really spellbinds my heart! Absolutely love this!! Sending many best wishes for the contest, keep writing and shining always ~

Breathtaking writing, Ink. "But can the dusk trace the weight of trying? This mind is a nightingale, featherless ... forever restless," that stuns

Ink, your vivid descriptions convey a powerful message about the significance of silence. Janice

Written as if an ode to Swan Lake, Ink... but there are more joyful dances in life when silence becomes a bore, and frivolity finds happiness instead of shattering in silent nightfall or swaddled in numbness when there's nothing left to be felt. I'm back and ready to write.

Silence listens to tremors of twilight, Ooo that is brilliant.. the soft sinking of the sun soaked in storms of heavy heartbeats, ooo yesss alliterationsss!!! world ceases to cherish kindness, love that rests in the lungs of the skyline, Mmm breathtaking!!! forever restless, held by ripples between the birth of hope .. ooooo dayum… the beauty in your weaving is absolutely divine!!! Gorgeous piece papi.

Your words echo the dusk carrying echoes of longing, weight, and wonder. Your imagery is marvellous though it also portrays sorrow. There is a cadence and flow in your poem. The metaphor of a featherless nightingale, restless and held between hope and shattering, lingers like an unanswered sigh. Your poetry stirs the quiet spaces of thought, where silence isn’t empty but full of unspoken truths. A beautiful piece.

where sighs of stars reveal the veiled glow~, Vienna admires the beauty that God did bestow on the Empress of my heart. Be well and prosper dear :)

- Silence as a value is threatened in today's society - The sound of silence is beautiful and deeply personal - the wholeness of inner life ... a wonderful poem, Ink :) - Best wishes in the contest :) - hugs

"a Braille of dreams, a touch of secrets -- Love that! "This mind is a nightingale, featherless ... forever restless, " Very beautiful! In the silence all is still... now I know the meaning of a word-drop; and the ripple voice of eternal sea.

Lovely write like light delightful lilac!

It’s so good to see you back here, sis, after a hiatus. Your piece is achingly beautiful in a way only you can achieve and steeped in introspection and soul. Lines like “a ballerina lost in the music of grief” and “this mind is a nightingale, featherless... forever restless” left me in awe. The metaphor “lips of horizon could taste, savor, and drink in stillness” is stunning and so unique and vivid. Wishing you all the best in the contest

You are an amazing inspiration to me